Self destruction at it finest

Playing that the same song for a hundred times
Trying to avoid the voice that appeared in mind
Hope it works
Doesn't really sure for the final destination, though
Following the streetlight, maybe
It looks so cool and never ended
Of course, caffeine at the end
Trying to escape from hell
Even just for twenty minutes
Feeling the wind blowing the face
High with a lot of thoughts and theory
Nobody favorite
Ain't that funny
When realizing
Life is a joke
And you started to laugh at your own
And keep pushing people away
Because you are one big mess
And too tired to explain
Do not know where to start
Is it from the emotional damage that spread to
Or the one side sucks so-called conversation
That contains smoke and knife
And tears that crystallized into a high wall
Also silly smirk
Every single time
Try not losing sanity
And the others try to survive
Pretend to be okay
With their own escape plan
But mine, only a caffeine headache
Home?
Sick.